"Ow!"
The bump would definitely leave a mark for a few days.

At the door, someone was banging a heavy fist, attempting to rouse whoever was home. Hurredly, Rainman managed to light his lantern so as to safely don a robe and answer the caller. Cursing below his breath at the hour of the night, he collected his clothes before his wits and made his way thru the keep.

"I must get more people to live with me."

Just before he begins to go back downstairs, it strikes him to go to the balcony over top of the door, for one never knows what kind of visitors to expect on an island of mostly ice. He speaks the words for nightime vision, rubs his eyes and focuses his senses a little more before venturing outdoors.

Stepping out onto the powder-snow covered balcony, the young mage peers down, attempting to keep his lantern light concealed behind the ramparts. Thru the haze and darkness, he manages to make out what looks to be a tall hooded figure, with a lantern. Annoyed at the inability to recognize the caller, he calls out.

"Hello! What wish you at this deep hour of blackness?"

"I bring thee the story of thyself." The figure responded calmly.

"In apologies, milord, I have not the maidservants, nor the food to entertain thee at this hour, If you'd care to.."

"I am not here to be entertained, I bring thee the story of thyself." he cut in.

"I beg your pardon, sir, but who art thou? I can not recognize thee thru thy..."

"I am not here for you to recognize, for you see me each day, and yet you do not recognize me then. The magic that allows me to be here is coming to a close, if thou dost not accept the gift that I have for thee soon, thou wilt be lost."

"Very well, A moment milord whilst I make my way down", Rainman cursed under his breath while walking back inside. This visit was confusing, to say the least, but as few visitors as he got in this remote location, it was a joy to even welcome the mysterious, and somewhat evil. He started breathing the power words for magical reflection, and grabbed some new bone armor from the barrel in the tower.

Finally reaching the door, Rainman opened it wide, the hooded figure made no motion other than to reach out a hand with a book.

"Take it."

After cautiously grabbing the book from the figure's dark hand, Rainman saw the other hand quickly rise with a ghastly wand in it. Throwing the book to the ground, he readied his hands for the summoning of his own powers. Concentration and power syllables took over as the wind from the door nearly blew out the lantern he had set down. His mana was low from just having woken up, but instinct owned him now, and the combat quickly took off...Except that, where was he?

"Ow!"
The burn mark in his hand from not having casted the energy bolt at the caller would definitely leave a mark.

Befuddled, he stood with the door open, seeing and sensing noone nearby. After a quick look around, tracking for the caller, he gave up and muttered under his breath about having more respect for the sleep of a mage.

Relocking the door, he nearly tripped over the heavy book that he dropped earlier. Sleep deprivation was not good for mages, and he was clearly not looking to investigate the depths of this book tonight. Still, curiousity knows no mana, and the title was unusual, "Epiphicus".

"An odd word, I wonder at its meaning", He yawned.

After a quick feel of the paper, he carried it with him to his bedroom, shelved it, and blew out the lantern. In minutes he was asleep, dreaming away at the same dream he'd always found stimulating. The images in his mind swirled and formed his imaginated picture of his parents. In his dreams, they were always in the city of Vesper, filled with much joy over the success of their son.

A thousand paces north of the keep, a black cloak fell to the icy ground, devoid of any body inside it. In minutes, the snow had covered it completely.